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[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Kid Ink]

Walk a mile in my Chucks, see where you end up

You can tell ’em that

I’ve been through hell and back

[Hook: Kid Ink] x2

You can tell ’em that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on, I fire back

In this cold world, where your lighters at

Let’s burn it down, f-f-fire back

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

Uh, let’s burn it down, underrated

Could never say I was underground

Maybe a little misunderstood when I’m just riding round

In all lanes, like OJ

Doing big things, no small change

We ain’t going nowhere like wine stains

You see me with the arsenal

Welcome to the arson show

Alumni, lace up, don’t trip, I got it, bro

Sold out in my city, overseas in your state

Wore double X-L white T’s as a freshman

To the XXL 2012 freshman

Damn, I rose up, in the front like Rosa

It’s been a roller coaster, now I’m ridin’ in a Rover

See the camera’s out, but you gotta stay focused

They expose us, but it’s still so much

I swear that y’all don’t no-tice man

You could tell ’em that I’ve been through hell and back

But I’m home, yeah, took a long time getting here

But I’m finally in my zone

So gone off that loud you can hear in my tone

Put your lighters in the air

Let’s start a firestorm

[Hook] x2

You can tell ’em that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on, I fire back

In this cold world, where your lighters at

Let’s burn it down, f-f-fire back

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]

As we bow our heads

Amen, praise God for everyone

That made it out of dark like caveman

And is this my moment? Shit, cause I’ve been waiting

Came in the game the least favorite

Made it through rain, now it’s haling

I’m just saying

Hell and back ain’t no trip for me

Please Satan don’t hold me back

God said this ain’t it for me

But these haters done got me trapped

(I swear to God y’all can’t see me, motherfucker)

Shit and it’s these haters that got me strapped

Paranoid ’bout my friends cause these favors done got me jack

Consequence of all the misdemeanors

That I was willing to do to get some rougher ends

Until the cops (Woop, woop)

Then I’d hop the fence and steal me an old school like Das EFX

Another call collect and it’s sad cause

Those are friends that you grew with

Telling me they knew that I’d make it

Now you got the chance to go prove it, gone

Pay stubs, cold cash

Work this and I sold that

Wrote this in my note pad and spilled more ink than my whole tat

Spill blood on that stage, uh

I’m the truth and they know that

Critics lie but these numbers don’t

Say hello to this gold plaque, it’s Kells

[Hook] x2

You can tell ’em that

I’ve been from hell and back

When the heat is on, I fire back

In this cold world, where your lighters at

Let’s burn it down, f-f-fire back



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